Math- Day 1
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| - | + | Math, the class where you fantasize, If Ashley consumes one quart of bleach within five minutes, how many minutes will it be before she dies? Seriously, it's not that you hate math, actually, you're pretty good at it. But you're pretty sure Calculus is gonna throw you a curve ball because who the in the literal fuck, can naturally take the concept of A and B divide it by X, then graph it and somehow get a real number?! It also doesn't help that Mr. Hemlee, is boring as hell. You'd rather listen to nails being scraped against a chalkboard then hear him talk; at least there'd be some variety. As you enter the class you spy Jackson, which is honestly a relief to such a stressful and depressing morning. You quickly grab the seat next to him (which is luckily towards the back) and feverishly start bashing everybody. The class ends with you and Jackson about to explode with laughter from guessing just how boring Hemlee is. Seriously, he's the type of guy who only fucks his wife missionary- once a month. If his coffee has a dash of cream or sugar in it, his whole fucking day is ruined. You guys exit the class dying of laughter; planning to meet up for lunch. Now it's time to head onto your next class. Which is... | |
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Current revision as of 18:03, 5 April 2018
Math, the class where you fantasize, If Ashley consumes one quart of bleach within five minutes, how many minutes will it be before she dies? Seriously, it's not that you hate math, actually, you're pretty good at it. But you're pretty sure Calculus is gonna throw you a curve ball because who the in the literal fuck, can naturally take the concept of A and B divide it by X, then graph it and somehow get a real number?! It also doesn't help that Mr. Hemlee, is boring as hell. You'd rather listen to nails being scraped against a chalkboard then hear him talk; at least there'd be some variety. As you enter the class you spy Jackson, which is honestly a relief to such a stressful and depressing morning. You quickly grab the seat next to him (which is luckily towards the back) and feverishly start bashing everybody. The class ends with you and Jackson about to explode with laughter from guessing just how boring Hemlee is. Seriously, he's the type of guy who only fucks his wife missionary- once a month. If his coffee has a dash of cream or sugar in it, his whole fucking day is ruined. You guys exit the class dying of laughter; planning to meet up for lunch. Now it's time to head onto your next class. Which is...
